The heists are here! :) Just a warning: they're a bit different from the way they are in the movie...Mostly because Michaela's there. Let me know if you think I tied her in well...

Thanks so much to: tfatfreak207, xsparklesthemagicalunicornx, Mrz Letty Ortiz-Toretto, and Lola427 (Brian's there, just not really involved with my characters. ;) )

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Diamond in the Rough

Chapter 30: The Heists

By: LoveInk

Letty drove in front of the truck as Michaela opened up the sunroof. She handed her the hook and watched as she shot it perfectly into the truck's window and jimmied the glass out. Michaela sat back down in the car seat with a sigh. "Mission accomplished," she breathed, taking the helmet off and shaking her hair out.

"Good job, Princess," Leon complimented, his voice sounding deeper through the walkie talkie.

"Nice," Letty commented before falling back to the truck's left side so Dom could get in front of it.

"We're all good, I got nothing on the scanners. Keep going," Leon informed before Vince shot the hook into the truck's passenger seat.

Michaela felt her heart lurch in her chest as she watched her brother jump from one moving vehicle to the other. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed as the trucker shot at him. "Letty! He's got a gun!"

"He's got a damn shot gun!" Dom's voice came, shaking over the Nextel. "Leon!"

"Back off! Get him off of there!" Leon's voice yelled back.

Michaela watched in horror as Dom tried in vain to get Vince off the truck. "Letty, we have to do something," she insisted, her voice panicked.

"What do you want me to do?" Letty asked before coming up with an idea herself. "Dom, I'm pulling up to distract him!" she shouted into the Nextel, speeding toward the front of the truck. "C'mon boy! Shot doesn't get better than this!" she muttered just before a bullet went through their back window.

"Shit!" Michaela exclaimed, ducking her head down so that the glass didn't get on her. "You all right, Let?"

"Son of a bitch!" Letty yelled, pounding her hand against the steering wheel. "I'm good. You good?"

"You girls all right?" Leon asked, his voice sounding panicked. Letty answered him with a quick confirmation.

Michaela stayed silent, watching in horror as she saw her brother's bulky form swing to the passenger side of the truck, his arm tangling in the wire that was supposed to keep him safe. Dom tried to get him off the car but it was no use, he couldn't do much to help Vince while he was behind the wheel.

Michaela took a deep breath, she knew what she had to do and Leon was not going to like it. "Let, drive up to Vince's side."

"What are you going to do?" Letty demanded, her eyes never leaving the road in front of her.

"I'm gonna jump onto the truck and save him," she explained, her eyes never leaving Vince's bleeding arm. It wouldn't be that difficult to do if Letty was close enough. The trucker wouldn't shoot a girl, would he? After all, she would be trying to get him off so wouldn't the driver be happy about that? These were the thoughts going through her mind as she mentally prepared herself for the jump.

Letty snorted. "Like hell you are."

"Letty, I'm the only one who can help him! You guys can't do it while driving! I can jump over there, untangle him then help him back onto the car! It'll be easy."

"Easy!" Letty mocked, her tone implying that she thought Michaela wasn't right in the head. "Are you crazy?"

"No! This is Vince we're talking about, Let. I can't just leave him there without trying to help. Please!" Michaela pleaded, her voice wavering slightly. "I need to do something."

Letty saw the same stubborn look on Michaela's face as Vince had when he was being hard-headed. There was no way she was going to let the idea drop. "Leon's going to kill me," she muttered, speeding up.

Michaela pulled her hair back and set the helmet at her feet before taking off the heavy vest. Letty stopped her. "Nuh-uh. No way are you going to jump without protection."

"It's too heavy, Let. I won't judge the jump right. I'll be fine," Michaela insisted.

"Okay," Letty breathed, her voice unsure. She grabbed the Nextel to tell the others what they were doing. "Dom! Move out of the way! We're coming to get him!"

"If anything happens, tell Lee I'm sorry and I love him," Michaela said as she climbed on to the center counsel.

Letty nodded in confirmation before shouting, "Suerte, chica!" (Good luck, girl)

Leon's eyes widened in horror as he watched his girlfriend pop out of the sunroof. He knew what she was going to do. Panic set in. With shaking hands, he grabbed for his walkie. "Letty! Tell her to get back in the fucking car! There's no way she can save him!"

"She has to try, Lee," Letty's voice replied. "That's her brother out there."

His green eyes followed Michaela's lithe body as she pushed herself up onto the roof of the car before sliding onto the trunk. She stood, balancing easily on top of the moving car, ready to jump onto the moving truck at the right moment, her long hair flapping behind her. He felt sick to his stomach when he realized she'd taken off all forms of protection, the helmet, the vest, everything. How could she be so stupid? If something should happen there was little doubt in Leon's mind that she would be seriously injured if not killed.

As Letty pulled in closer, the truck driver swerved, clipping her front tire and flipping the car off to the side. Leon's eyes widened as his heart sunk like a weight to the very bottom of his chest. "No," he breathed, a lump rising in his throat. Michaela had been on the top of that car; he hadn't seen her jump off, hadn't seen her fall, and there was no sign of her in the road. "Michaela!" he shouted, banging his hand on the steering wheel.

"Leon!" Dom's voice was shaky as it blared over the Nextel. "Pull back for them!"

He didn't need to be told twice."I'm on it! Go!" He pulled a fast u-turn and headed in the direction of the crash, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. "I've got them! You get Vince off that truck!"

He pulled to a screeching stop on the side of the road, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of Michaela. There was none. He could hear Letty coughing from the Civic, so he headed that way hoping he'd find Michaela nearby. Letty was already pulling herself out of the car when he got there. He rushed to her aide, helping her stand. "Letty! Come on, baby! You okay?" He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her towards the car. Once she was safely inside, he leaned on the open window. "Did you see Mickey?" Letty shook her head sadly. She hadn't seen anything. She'd completely blacked out when the car flipped over.

Leon's eyes scanned the desert-like area; he felt a car zoom past but was too focused on finding Michaela to pay it much attention. It took him a few minutes, but he found her. She was lying on her stomach, trying to push herself up with one hand, but failing miserably. Relief flooded through him as he sprinted towards her. "Michaela!" he exclaimed as he neared her.

She looked worse than Letty. Her wrist was swollen on one arm and the other was covered in blood. Where the blood was coming from, he couldn't figure out but it was everywhere making the dust stick to her. Her eyes were shut tightly, brow creased in pain. He fell down on his knees beside her, gently rolling her over to her back. "Mickey, are you all right?" he asked, trying not to panic when he saw the multitude of scratches on her torso. "Princess, look at me. Are you okay?" he repeated, willing her eyes to open.

She groaned slightly, her brow furrowing in pain before she opened her eyes. "Vince. Where's Vince?" she rasped, trying to sit up. She cringed as she did so, her good hand going to the front of her blood stained shirt. "Ouch. Shit."

"He's still on the truck," Leon explained, his hands moving hers out of the way. "Let me look at you," he muttered, moving the shirt away to get a better look at the scrapes on her stomach. Road rash. If only she'd been wearing the damn vest, it could've been avoided.

"Sorry," she mumbled, already knowing what he was thinking.

He shook his head at her slowly. "It's all right, Princess. You're going to be okay. Can you walk?"

She nodded in response so he gently lifted her off the ground and set her on her feet. She could stand just fine; she'd jumped off the car in such a way that her legs hadn't been severely injured though her jeans had some new holes in them. Groaning, she wrapped one arm around Leon's shoulders and together they jogged toward the car.

Michaela sat down in the front seat feeling useless. He's still on the truck. Those words played on repeat through her head. She felt utterly numb to the world around her. She couldn't feel the pain of her injuries or the warmth of Leon's hand on her thigh, all she could think about was her brother hanging off the side of the semi.

Leon pulled over to pick up Dom, getting out of the car to allow him to climb into the back seat with Letty. "Pull over here," Dom ordered, indicating the spot where the orange Supra had spun out. "They got him."

Relief flooded through Michaela. They got Vince! He was safe! She grasped the door handle and flung it open, stepping out of the car to run to her brother. The only reason she didn't collapse after her first step was the adrenaline coursing through her veins that propelled her forward.

"Michaela!" Leon called after her, watching as she fell to her knees beside Vince.

Mia's eyes widened as she took in the bloody appearance of her best friend. What was she doing getting out of the car like that? Didn't she see the extent of her damage? Couldn't she feel it? "Mickey get back in the-"

"Is he okay?" Michaela cut her off, lightly brushing a stray hair off Vince's forehead just as Dom approached.

"If he doesn't get to an ambulance in 10 minutes, he's dead," Brian said, his eyes looking to Dom.

Ten minutes. That was nothing! Pulling Vince's head into her lap, she smoothed the hair back from his forehead. "C'mon, V. You need to pull through for Alex, for me," she murmured, leaning forward to press her forehead to his. "For us." She kept talking to him, oblivious to whatever conversation the three people around her were having. "Pull through, V. Please. I need you."

She could feel the helicopter's approach as it blew her hair around her. It took the paramedics no time to get Vince on the stretcher and even less to get him in the helicopter. She could hear Dom calling Mia's name and then hers, yelling at them to get in the car. With one grateful look at Brian, she ran to the car. Dom was in the backseat with Letty pulled into his lap. The sight of the massive man squeezed into the tiny backseat was laughable, but Michaela knew now was not the right time for that. She waited for Mia to slide into the empty backseat before she pushed back the passenger's seat and sat down. "You all right, Princess?" Leon questioned, his green eyes observing her nervously as he pulled onto the road.

Michaela held back tears as she nodded. "Yeah," she whispered, sniffling delicately. "I just...I need to call Alex."

"You can't, Mickey! The police will trace the call!" Dom stated from the backseat.

"I don't give a flying fuck what the police do, Dominic! She needs to know about this," she shouted, her calm composure snapping in two. She really couldn't handle Dom yelling at her, not when he was at fault for all this.

Dom couldn't believe it. "Leon, stop her!"

"Fuck off, Dom," Leon muttered, taking the phone from Michaela and holding it to his ear.

Alex heard the phone ring and her heart stopped. It was five in the morning. Vince wouldn't have called her this early; he would've just shown up. Shown up and slipped into bed with her no matter how angry she was at him. Her hands shook as she picked up the small phone. "V?" she asked hopefully.

"Sorry, Short stuff," Leon started his tone low and sad.

"No. Lee, please tell me he's all right. Please," she pleaded, tears already falling down her face as she remembered the last time she saw him; she hadn't even told him she loved him!

He let out a long sigh, swallowing the lump in his throat. The pain in her voice cut him deeply. Turning to Michaela, he found her with her head in her hands, shoulders shaking with sobs. He felt his heart rip in two. "He's on the way to the hospital."

"Shit," she cursed under her breath. Her mouth went dry with fear as her heart raced. She got out of bed, pulled on whatever clothes were closest to her, and sprinted to the car. "How bad, Lee?"

"Shorty, please don't cry," he pleaded, his breath catching in his throat as he heard a sob escape her lips.

"Please, Lee. Just tell me."

Mia watched Leon clench his jaw and realized just how hard it was for him to hear Alex cry. Sighing, she grabbed the phone from his hand. "Lex, it's bad, but he'll pull through. Get over to the hospital as quickly as possible. I'll meet you there."

Michaela heard the two say their goodbyes, all the while marveling at Mia's calm. Her whole world was falling apart, yet she managed to keep it together. Michaela's eyes examined her own arm; it was covered with blood and dirt. On the other arm, her wrist was swollen to an abnormal size. She tested the fingers of that hand; flexing and curling them, gasping as the minute movements made waves of pain roll up her arm. "I think it's fractured, Micks. Don't mess with it," Mia ordered from the backseat.

"We'll go straight to the hospital once we hit Mexico, Princess," Leon said, his eyes darting to her and then back to the road. "You're going to be fine."

Michaela stopped what she was doing and nodded absentmindedly. Her eyes, darkened with grief, stared out the front window. A tear slowly slid down her cheek as Leon turned onto the street she grew up on. More tears fell as she passed the spot where she'd fallen off of Vince's two-wheeler bike and broken her arm. He'd forbidden her to ride it the week before, but she hadn't listened. When she'd fallen, he had rushed to her and picked her up, all anger forgotten. He hadn't even yelled at her for that. He just sat patiently next to her in the waiting room while the doctor put a cast on her, listening intently as the doctor told him how to care for it. He'd been meticulous about her cast; always keeping her from scratching and making sure she put it in a bag before taking a shower. Vince had always been there for her. Always. And now she was going to leave him right when he needed her the most.

Leon parked in front of the fort and jumped out of the car, sprinting around the nose to help Michaela out. Dom, Mia, and Letty quickly followed suit and headed inside the house to pack. "You need help packing, Princess?" he asked her, a hand gently cupping her cheek. More tears slid down her cheek and gathered on his fingers. "Does it hurt that badly, baby?"

She gasped as the realization hit her; she couldn't leave her brother behind. Not after everything he'd done for her. "I can't go with you, Leon."

"No," Leon's voice shook as he said it. He pressed his forehead to hers. "No, Michaela, you're coming with us. Staying here isn't an option."

"He's my brother, Lee," she explained softly. "I can't just leave him."

He shook his head in disbelief. "Michaela, you can't stay here." He was on the brink of tears and trying desperately not to let them fall. The look in her eyes was resolute; she wouldn't change her mind that he was sure of. "I'll stay here with you then."

She reached up her good hand and gently stroked the side of his face. "No, Lee…"

"I'm not going to leave you," he said through clenched teeth as frustrated tears dampened his cheeks.

As much as it killed her, she nodded. "You have to. Letty needs you, Leon."

"You need me."

She tilted her head and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I'll be okay. Mia will take care of me."

"Leon! You good to go?" Dom called. He had one arm around Letty to hold her up against him; she looked bad.

"Just one second," Leon answered, his voice still shaking like a leaf. "Don't make me do this, Michaela," he pleaded in a softer tone. "Don't make me leave you again."

Michaela kissed him once more. "You have to, Leon. We'll see each other soon, though, okay?" Her words trembled as she spoke. "I'll see you soon and I'll bring the others, okay? Mia and Jess and Vince and Lex. I'll bring them with me."

He sniffed, swiping at his eyes with one hand. "Okay," he replied quietly.

She stood on her toes to catch his lips with her own, savoring the taste of his kiss for a brief moment. She knew this would be the last time she'd see or hear from him for awhile. "I love you, Leon. Be good."

"Yeah," he said on a small humorless laugh. "I love you too, Princess. Always."

After one final kiss, he got in the car with Letty. Michaela stood back with Dom and Mia on either side of her and blew him a kiss as he pulled out. The three watched the car speed off until its taillights were no longer visible. Mia pulled Michaela into a quick hug. "Go get cleaned up, Micks," she said before pushing Michaela toward her house. "Then we'll see what I can do about your wrist."

Michaela nodded once before jogging to her house. She had just made it inside when she heard a car squeal to a stop in front of the fort. She ignored it, knowing it wasn't anyone she'd be interested in. She crumpled into a miserable heap by the door, gasping as the movement agitated the cuts on her stomach. The sounds of Brian and Dom's fight floated into the house but she ignored them. What did it matter now? Everything had already fallen to pieces.

The sound of another car approaching pulled Michaela from her break down. She knew that engine. She stood up as fast as she could and wrenched open the door only to find the white Jetta sitting in front of the fort. Jesse. She started toward him, ready to wrap him into a hug and just cry. She couldn't hear what he was saying, her brain was still buzzing with so many other things, but she knew he was scared; could tell by the tone of his voice. And then the loud roar of motorcycle engines mixed with the firing of guns filled the air. She dropped down to avoid getting shot and watched as Jesse fell to the floor, his body littered with bullet holes.

"No!" Michaela gasped, her words coming out hoarse and tired. Once the motorcycles were gone, she got to her feet and tripped her way over to where Mia was cradling Jesse in her lap.

Brian was already chasing after the Trans when she got to Jesse."Call an ambulance," Dominic ordered tossing his cell on the grass next to Michaela before stalking over to the Charger.

"No, Dominic! Come back!" Mia cried in a desperate attempt to keep her brother from getting into more trouble.

Michaela didn't bother trying to get him to come back. She knew he wouldn't. Instead, she grabbed the cell phone and dialed 911 before shoving it into Mia's hands. "Describe the injuries, Mi! You're the doctor!"

Mia nodded distractedly and listed off all the details she could, her voice never shaking once. The ambulance came quickly taking Jesse away and leaving the two girls sitting in front of the house, covered in their friend's blood. Mia let out a long sigh. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. "We need to get to the hospital."

"Yeah," Michaela agreed, sniffling.

Mia stood up slowly before extending a hand to help her sister up. Michaela grabbed it with her good hand and used it as leverage to stand. Mia brushed her off gently before sighing. "You look awful, Mickey."

"That's weird because I feel amazing," Michaela shot back sarcastically. The girls shared a half-hearted smile before she sighed, "Let's go, Mimi."

Mia helped Michaela take a shower to wash all the dirt out of her wounds. Once the dried blood and dirt were off, the road rash on her arms and stomach didn't look too bad. The abrasions were already scabbing over and aside from being painful; Mia knew they were nothing to worry about. It was Michaela's swollen wrist that made her anxious. Michaela did not do well with casts. Sighing, Mia bandaged the road rash and gave her ice to put on her wrist. "Now, we can go."

"Finally," Michaela scoffed, anxious to see her brother.

Once they were on their way, they drove in silence for a moment before Mia couldn't take it anymore. "Why'd you do it, Mickey?"

"Do what?" There was more than one crazy thing she did that day.

"Stay behind like that. You didn't have to. Vince would've understood. He's has Alex," Mia explained softly. She would never have thought Michaela would leave Leon like that. Not after all they'd been through.

"I know," Michaela whispered, looking down at her hands. "But what if, God forbid, he doesn't make it? What if the last time I saw him was back there as they were lifting him up in the chopper?" She shook her head. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

Mia nodded in understanding. "He'll pull through, Mickey. He has so much to fight for."

She frowned as she thought of when she'd last seen Alex. "She looked…off today, didn't she? Not all day, but towards the end."

"I think she was just scared. She hasn't seen Vince fight like that."

"No, it wasn't that. She had that sad puppy look again. Like something had really hurt her," Michaela explained quietly. "I hope it wasn't my brother."

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~Love Ink